Non Compos Mentis: Mentally incapable of managing one's own affairs; not of sound mind and hence not legally responsible; mentally incompetent; not in control of one's mind; lacking mental ability to understand the nature, consequences, and effect of a situation or transaction.

fredag, februar 16, 2007

Time can take its toll on the best of usLook at you, you're growing old so youngTraffic lights blink at you in the eveningYou tilt your head and turn it to the sun

Sometimes the TV is like a loverSinging softly as you fall asleepYou wake up in the morning and it's still thereAdding up the things you'll never be

Alright, I can say what you want me toAlright, I can do all the things you doAlright, I'll make it all up for youI'm still in love with youI'm still in love with you

Time can take its toll on the best of usLook at you, you're growing old so youngTraffic lights blink at you in the eveningYou tilt your head and turn it to the sun

You disembark the latest flight to paradiseYou almost turn your ankle in the snowYou fall back into where you startedMake up words to songs you used to know

Alright, I can say what you want me toAlright, I can do all the things you doAlright, I'll make it all up for youI'm still in love with youI'm still in love with you

Kurt Cobain - he never had a chance, you knowIncurable romantics never doHe held a flame I wasn't born to carryI'll leave the dying young stuff up to you

You get back on the latest flight to paradiseI found out from a note taped to the doorI think I saw your airplane in the sky tonightThrough my window lying on the kitchen floor

I want moreGive me more

A million thanks to Stonez who sent the song to me. It is sang with such light intoxicating happiness which comes with the peace we feel as we reminisce our pasts (perhaps broken pasts which we had shared with someone we loved, and still love) and embrace our memories, as we submerge ourselves slowly in the deep vortex of melancholy.

In the still frames of my memory, your shadow is silhouetted against the pale moonlight in the darkest and coldest of nights, and in a fleeting instant, everything, along with your shivering shadow, becomes beautifully blurred and distant.